can you please talk about those protections to curtail executive power I’m really, really scared and could use the reassurance thank you

notbecauseofvictories:

THINGS A PRESIDENT CANNOT DO:

  • Reverse any Supreme Court decision 
    • This includes Obergefell v. Hodges, which made same-sex marriage a constitutional right; Whole Woman’s Health v. Hellerstedt, which reaffirmed a woman’s right to choose first articulated in Roe v. Wade, another Supreme Court case. Grutter v. Bollinger, which instituted affirmative action, the entire body of Civil Rights case law, plus anything related to due process, including the right of minors to due process, your right to an attorney, Miranda rights, inadmissible evidence, etc.
    • (Even if Trump appoints the worst possible SC nominee, they still can’t reverse any of these decisions without a really significant case coming before the Court with new facts, and then they have to write an opinion stating how this case is different than that other case…it’s unlikely to happen.)
  • Write law or repeal any existing law
    • While traditionally, presidents have exerted influence on the legislative agenda (see, Obama’s role in advancing and promoting the Affordable Care Act) they cannot actually write or pass legislation. Bills, joint resolutions, concurrent resolutions, and simple resolutions must be introduced in the House by a Representative.
    • Presidents cannot strike down law. Only Congress can repeal laws, and only the Supreme Court can strike them down as unconstitutional.
    • Presidential influence is just that—influence.
    • (And if—for example—you are hated by 95% of the party you joined last week, and burned all your goddamn bridges by insulting them at various points in your campaign…..they’re unlikely to partner with you in crafting legislation.)
  • Make any law or declaration that infringes in any way on the rights of the states
    • So in the US, most of the rights are reserved to the states. You name it, it’s a state-run power. Criminal procedure and law? States. Medicare and Medicaid? States. The definition of marriage? States. Insurance, health departments, housing, unemployment benefits, public education, all these are state programs. And the president cannot infringe on those powers given to the states.
    • (This is why down-ticket voting is so important, because Mike Pence as governor of Indiana had 800x the power he’s going to have as VP.)
  • Declare war.
    • This one is the most complicated, because with the advent of our “conflicts” in Vietnam, Iraq, Afghanistan, Libya, etc. there has been a significant shift in the articulation of the war doctrine, and it is one of the least restricted of the president’s “restricted” powers. But, despite all that, a president still has no power to declare war.
  • Unilaterally appoint heads of administrative departments
  • Unilaterally make treaties with foreign nations

Essentially, while presidents have a lot of power, it’s mostly unofficial—they can’t make sweeping laws, they can’t overturn existing rights, the most they can do is refuse to enforce them (which is absolutely a threat! and a problem!) but we aren’t electing de facto royalty here.

To all my friends who are freaking out that the President-Elect is going to dramatically change their lives in his first few months in office.

Sooooo, Just A Heads Up…

I love Starlight Glimmer.

Let me rephrase that.

I LOVE GlimGlam.

Like, I don’t really know why I have such an affinity for the character.  It could be the voice actress, Kelly Sheridan, but… I don’t think so.  I’m not to the point where I’m going to get a plushie of her commissioned and then marry the thing (someone I used to know did that and it’s just… WEIRD to even think about that), but I just really can’t get enough of the wayward socially inept unicorn mare.

Maybe it’s because she reminds me so much of me; stumbling through friendships and only having one good friend that I hang out with when I get the chance.

ANYWAY, if ever you meet me at a convention (I do go to a fair number of them), I’m avidly interested in any GlimGlam stuff you might have.

I’m still looking for a good GlimGlam case for my phone; all of the ones I’ve seen on RedBubble come close but just ain’t what I’m looking for.

Hoping someone draws something that will meet my insanely high standards.

… Notes and Glim would make a good couple.

TIME TO SHIP!!!

https://imgur.com/Z21jWhp

Previous Guarantees Do Not Apply

The puppet had been gone for about three minutes, the huddled mass of me, Toy Chica and her older sister, and the three ponies sitting in the relative silence, each tiny sound from the halls being analyzed and listened to intently by those who were able to tell us the most useful information and leave out the rest.

We had–through sheer force of will–convinced Chica to stay put rather than rushing headlong into what would likely be a trap or end up getting one or more of us captured.  Earned me a jab to the side, but I’d rather deal with a bit more pain than losing one of our own.

Fluttershy had gone over to Chica to try and forge some sort of peace, which earned her a derisive snort from the animatronic who then closed her eyes and did the best she could to render herself immune to the meek yellow pegasus’ Stare.  Pinkie was oddly quiet, mostly from Rarity’s wishes as well as the attention she was getting from Toy Chica.

That left me to think.  Springtrap was the scariest thing I knew existed in this realm; even my short exposure to some trailers of the Sister Location game had rendered Baby tame in comparison.  It’s not saying that I should consider her any less lethal and dangerous as Springtrap–her methods were far more methodical and playful.

And if the way he had basically started this game was any indication as to his unpredictability, we were in a lot of trouble.  I remember watching my friend’s video of a spring lock suit in the game… the thought of being in one was altogether unpleasant and terrifying.

The knowledge that it would be either Chica or Springtrap putting me in one eventually was one that I tried to banish from my thoughts as soon as it entered my mind.

When the door creaked open, none of us knew what to expect.  I was prepared to have my existence come to a rather painful conclusion.  I now was wondering what my body wound undergo as I was stuffed inside one of the suits, how it would push at my body and perforate limbs, organs, my very soul potentially.

Hell, if it means I could be a force for good to rally against Springtrap, I’d accept that death with as little problem as one could.

The puppet came back in, no light in his wake as he slowly came out of his box.

His face looked as if he’d been put through a blender; scratches and marks from where something had worked at it, almost down to his exoskeleton.

They… are hungry.  They are all hungry.  If we are to survive, we will need to find another way around.”

NOW can we try my way, Whimper?”

I shook my head in the dark, admitting that I was at a loss for what to do next and that the ones that knew the place better were likely the best choice for the direction forward.

Yes, Chica… let’s go with your plan.

Good.  Sis, Fluffball, you two, follow me.  Access door shouldn’t be that hard to find, and right now I really feel like punching something.”

I quickly surmised that had the desire to stuff me in a suit not been overwhelming, the large chicken would have taken great pleasure in using my face as a punching bag.

There was a small hiss as the doorway opened into the access hallway.  It was, similar to the everywhere else in the pizzeria, dark with not so much as a trace of light.  Chica herself had to feel around the inside of the walls to make sure it was where she remembered it to be.

Well, this is the right room.  Everybody follow me, and stay close and quiet.  Mari, you need to stay behind and watch for the others.  I’ll come back for you when we’re safe.”

“That means you won’t be back at all, Chica.  There is no safe place here anymore, not now.”

“Shut up you damn pessimist.”

”I am merely being accurate about out current situation.”

Chica didn’t respond to Mari, only continuing ahead.  Toy Chica was the next to go, and the ponies and I brought up the rear.

We walked for what seemed like five minutes in the black-as-death corridor, claustrophobia playing a tune on me like an awkward friend who’d overstayed their welcome.

A door greeted us at the other end, as well as something odd; light.

Uhh, Chica, is that…?

“Probably a trap?  Maybe.  Could also be a way out to getting the ponies to safety.  Let’s see what’s behind Door Number 1!”

Another mechanical whine, and our world became a blinding flash as we had adapted to the lack of light.

The where we ended up made me confused for a second before I realized the who.

The accent in which the ballerina spoke confirmed my thoughts.

Who are you?”

Not sure if this is bad to worse.  I’m still deciding.

So, This Happened…

It was just one of those things where had anybody told me it would have happened to me, I would have said that they were crazy.

I was finishing up a pickup at a location, getting ready to finish out my day that was wonderfully light.  I took the packages that I got from the client and put them into the van, and then closed the door.

Just one tiny problem.

My right hand wasn’t really aware of where it was.

The next thing I know I’m in blinding pain, totally confused as to what happened.

I managed to close my fingernail on my pointer finger in the gap between the doors where the brand-plate would normally go.

Needless to say, this has put a damper on my ability to type.

My aunt has just recommended a solution that I might have my mom help me with in the morning.

So, sadly, no update tonight.

Shadows Aren’t Useful in the Dark

The remnant of the cupcake on my tongue turned slightly bitter as I swallowed.  Why him, and why now?  It seemed like this place simply hated me, and now there were three innocents that happened to have fallen through… some stranger inter-dimensional gap or some shit… hell with it, I’m done trying to figure out how this what is going on, because all I’m succeeding in doing is getting a headache.

Rarity’s horn glimmers in the darkness, allowing for a bit of illumination to light up the room for a moment.  She then let out a whimper of pain.

What in Equestria? My… my magic’s being pulled away from me!  Sorry, darlings, but I won’t be able to provide any illumination.

It didn’t take more than two seconds for her magic to fizzle and spark out, dropping the room into renewed darkness.

Wait…. where’s Mangle?

Why do you want her now, Whimper?”

Because she has my phone.  And it has a flashlight on it.  Which would come in very handy at the moment.

You have a phone that you take with you?  What good is that; you couldn’t make any calls with it.”

Oh.  That’s right.  Mangle seems to get it, but they don’t understand about the technological developments that we’ve done in the last thirty years.  Which… isn’t really a bad thing, because then they’d all be lost trying to get it from her.

I’ll… explain later.  Toy Chica seems to be satisfied with this response and looks around, trying to turn on her eye lights…

… which turn off the second she goes to turn them on.

Uhh, sis?  Is this normal?”

I look in the direction of where I last remember seeing Chica and hear her voice.

Normal for when that stinky bastard does his crap.  But… this feels different.  Almost…”

Pinkie, you just…

Magical!”

We all jump slightly as the party pony exclaims her observation.

It all makes sense now!  I knew I was getting some pretty weird feelings with my Pinkie sense before we fell through the door.  And there’s some pretty creepy magic going on in here… wheee!  Let’s go find it!”

“Uhh, let’s not, you hyperactive fluffball.  If I heard Stinky correctly, there’s four new animatronics wandering the halls of this place that want to put good old Whimper there into a spring-lock suit.  Also, I think that they wouldn’t mind pulling pieces off of us in case they needed anything.”

I hear the whine and cadance of the larger Chica’s servos make their way toward me.

“And just so we’re clear Whimper… I still want to stuff you into one of those.  The only reason why I’m not going and fetching them is that I want to be the one to do the honors.”

I feel one of her metal arms brush against my cheek.  It is the most unnerving feeling, the cold, slightly rusted surface touching me.  Her words come breathlessly into my ear, each one a silent dagger heard by nobody but the two of us.

Do we have an understanding?

Y-y-yes, C-Chica.

Good. Now, I think we shouldn’t stay here long because if I were a spring-lock version of myself…”

This would be one of the first places you’d look?

Well, we can’t stay here, sis.  Let’s start walking around and trying to find the exit.  We can at least get Whimper outside and his pony friends.”

Do you think he would make it that easy, Toy Chica?  Springtrap is… hungry for the innocent and blameless.  These new equines that have come into the pizzeria are like the flame for the moth.  Getting to safety will be a challenging endeavor, if nigh impossible.  I will go and scout the hallways before any of you leave.”

I can’t really argue with the puppet’s logic; even in his demented talk, he’s got a good point.

But, Mari… we can’t…”

“You can, and you will, let me do this. If we are to have any chance, somebody must test the waters, and I will be highly harder to spot if I go back into my box.  Now stay here until I tell you to go.”

There was the sound of grinding metal against the floor as he went for the exit, opening to the equally dark hallway.  A moment later, he was gone.

The silence was deafening as we craned our respective ears against the wall, seeing what we could make out of what was going on.

In the pitch black, our eyes tried to adjust to see anything we could; I could imagine the animatronics were having better luck by their general knowledge of the place.  My pony friends and I were having no luck, needing to huddle together and discuss a plan.

Ugh, I’m tired of this waiting crap.  There’s an access door hidden in the wall behind us.  Lights might be out but the power’s still on.”

“They’re not going to try and… *gulp* scrap us, are they sis?”

“Not if I have anything to say about it.”

I sure hope you’re right.